It took Livinia another two days to finish scouting the Twilight Highlands. As suspected, she found several other encampments of Mor'ghor's fighters hidden around the country side. None of the ones she found were as large or prepared as the one she had come across with Kalendras. While the two days was more than enough to complete her quest, time did not dull her anger at the Tauren Druid. She was still seething as she hearthed back to the Inn in Orgrimmar.
Livinia had to stop herself from dropping into Dragonmaw Port to check her mail after Kalendras had left. She was, despite all of her anger, desperately wanting to know when he would come back to her. Though after he went back on his word she wasn't entirely sure how things would work between them. If he said he would stay then she expected him to, but for him to say one thing and do another made her think that he didn't value her enough to keep his word. Then there was the fact that he wouldn't tell her why he had to leave in the first place. That was what made her the angriest.
Before heading upstairs for a bath and a good night's sleep in a soft bed she decided to grab a drink to calm her emotions.
"Gork- give me something strong." Livinia asked as she sunk down into the seat at the bar. Gork turned around and grinned at her.
"How strong?"
"Strong enough to knock your mother's knickers off."
"Something that strong'll make you hate yourself come morning." He said winking at her, but as he did he was already reaching for a bottle full of a particularly nasty looking black liquid. He poured the drink and then took a folded piece of parchment from his pocket. He placed the glass on top of the parchment and slid both over to her.
"This came for you a few hours ago." He said.
"Thanks Gork." Livinia said. She slid the parchment from underneath the drink and opened it to see Belcarm's familiar curvaceous handwriting in the center of the page.
Liv,
The reports of the restless dead at Scourgeholme were greatly exaggerated. Looks like I will have all of tomorrow free before I have to report to Lord Solanar in Silvermoon the following morning. If you want me to drop by so we can spend some time together, let me know. If not I will spend that time with my Father instead.
Bel
Liv read the letter a second time, reached into her pocket for a coin, and then placed it on the counter. She stood up, grabbing her drink, and walked over to a nearby group of Orcs. They looked up at her as she approached and she smiled at them sheepishly.
"Looks like I was a bit ambitious, gentlemen." She said "One of you can have this." She said, she placed the drink on their table and then made her way to her room.
When she got back to her room Liv rustled through the supplies she had left behind to find some ink and parchment.
Come back if you can.
She scrawled the short message on the parchment before running from her room, bounding down the stairs, and racing through the Inn. Once she reached the street it was a short dash to the mail box. She hoped that the message would reach him in time.
~*~
The next morning Livinia was still angry at Kalendras, but the possibility of seeing Belcarm managed to soothe her somewhat. She spent a few hours after sunrise in her room, studying her maps, reading, and sharpening her weapons. When she got hungry she made her way down to the common room for a late breakfast. After breakfast she had started to think that Belcarm hadn't gotten her letter and that she might end up spending the day alone anyway.
To fight the feeling that the walls of the Inn were caving in on her, Livinia decided to take a stroll to the book shop and browse for some new reading material. It had been a while since she had bought a new book, and she decided that it was time to learn about something new to distract herself from her confusing love life. In the end she bought a particularly interesting book on Goblin history and culture. Livinia could speak several languages, as was the norm when you grew up with parents who were diplomats. However, out of all of the Horde languages Goblin was the one that Livinia was least familiar with, so she had decided to go with the one written in Goblin rather than in Orcish. It would be much more of a challenge and much more distracting.
As Livinia approached her room she reached down into the bodice of her dress to retrieve her key and couldn't help but remember what Kalendras had said when he had seen her do that. Lucky key. Livinia gritted her teeth and made a resolution to get a tailor to sew pockets into all of her dresses. That would teach Kal for being a smart arse.
When Livinia opened the door she yelped in surprise.
"Bel!" Livinia cried, almost dropping her book in her shock. Belcarm gave her a devastatingly dashing smile. He was looking out of the window at the street below, the bright sunlight playing beautifully upon his handsome features. He was dressed in casual wear again, this time in a dark green vest and grey breeches that brought out the stunning emerald of his eyes.
"Who else?" He said, green eyes twinkling. "It's sweet that you act as though you 're surprised to see me!"
"Well I am- I thought you didn't get my letter in time... That's why I went out." She held up the book with a casual shrug and he laughed.
"Alas I did get it and here I am...." Belcarm said with a nervous half smile.
"Since when did you ever ask for permission to see me, anyway?" Livinia asked "Normally you just turn up and- BAM! You kill my shit!"
"I just thought after the whole business at the guild meeting that you might not want to see me." Belcarm said with a shrug.
"What? Oh... Yeah, that." Livinia said, at first she had trouble figuring out what he was referring to, having been so effectively distracted by Kalendras leaving. Then she remembered. "What the hell was with that anyway? I can take care of myself. I don't need you or Kalendras to help me." She snapped, now even angrier because of the reminder of that episode.
